Don't Ask Why, I Just Know

The two armies clashed without any protracted preamble, immediately opening their cannons and firing at each other.

In an instant, blinding light filled the entire deep space of the universe!

The Chitauri fought on their home planet, relying on a space station in orbit around their homeworld to create an impregnable super-defense. Despite being outnumbered by enemy ships, their tenacious defense held off an enemy force several times their size.

In a war to defend their home planet, the Chitauri had nowhere to retreat, and their fighting style was extremely fierce; it was clear they were fighting desperately.

On the other side, the Black Order's warships began to disperse, and the main cannons at the front of the warships recharged. Launch ports opened on both sides, launching countless small spaceships, like a swarm of locusts, spreading out in all directions, their target the space station in planetary orbit.

The Chitauri were clinging to life only because of the space station, so they naturally wouldn't stand idly by and watch it be destroyed by the Black Order. They sent individual flying vehicles to engage in a desperate battle in outer space.

Tiny specks of light, like grains of rice, suddenly blazed on, then vanished just as quickly, their sheer number forming a curtain of light across the dark depths of space. Such a scene can only be truly awe-inspiring by witnessing it firsthand; it cannot be imagined through mere description.

Russell stared at the screen, watching countless points of light representing death flash and then disappear, his eyes burning with fervor. He fantasized about one day commanding hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of large warships, roaming freely through the boundless starry sky.

Just imagining that scene is enough to make one lose control, feel excited and filled with boundless pride.

In the era of cold weapons, banners fluttered, swords clashed, and horses galloped, their might as fierce as tigers swallowing the vast land; in modern warfare, amidst a hail of bullets, airplanes, Tank, and aircraft carriers, the army, navy, and air force dominate the world.

In the era of space warfare, both of these would seem like small-scale skirmishes. Compared to thousands of warships lined up and fighting in deep space, the scale was too small to even be recorded.

Under Russell's silent gaze, the outcome of the battle gradually became clear: the Chitauri space stations were destroyed one by one, shattering into floating space debris.

With their defensive line breached, the Chitauri's morale noticeably weakened, and their offensive became less decisive than at the start.

The Black Order's army pressed in, unleashing a barrage of missiles from both sides of the warships. With the main guns, secondary guns, and sub-guns fully charged, a second wave of attacks followed in quick succession.

Missiles were intercepted midway, while more landed on the Chitauri warships, the immense energy and shockwaves frantically devouring the warships' energy shields.

Finally, after the green light representing the Black Order flashed, the Chitauri warships were torn apart, their defenses shattered, and they exploded in mid-air, disintegrating into dull, lifeless scrap metal.

One, two, three...

The flowers of death bloomed one by one, and dozens of giant warships couldn't even last a minute before they were all destroyed and vanished into nothingness.

With the obstacles cleared, the Black Order faced no further resistance. The warships pressed down and surged forward, deploying ground troops once inside the atmosphere...

"The war is over, the Chitauri are finished." Russell shook his head slightly, congratulating Thanos on gaining a new follower.

"Boss, it's over?" Natasha hadn't recovered yet. The shock of witnessing the massive Star Wars era for the first time would take a long time to heal.

"Let's go, there's nothing more to see here."

Russell pilots a Cybertron jet fighter, flying to the nearest space node.

There were quite a few spaceships around that wanted to get a bargain and approach the battlefield, trying to get a share of the spoils and pick up one or two valuable parts, such as warship engines or other military equipment.

This is suicidal. The Black Order is ruthless Coldblood. Thanos's family would never allow outsiders to set foot on their table. They would not share, and even if they couldn't finish their food, they would pack it up and take it with them.

Sure enough, as soon as these speculators left the safe zone, they were surrounded by small spaceships and turned into cosmic dust in the blink of an eye.

Russell had just arrived at the entrance of the space node and was waiting in line when a huge flare suddenly appeared on the surface of the Chitauri homeworld. It seemed that chaos had broken out on the battlefield, with more than ten medium-sized warships flying out of the atmosphere, ignoring the intercepting fire, and frantically breaking through in all directions.

The medium-sized warships were significantly weakened by their energy defenses, and were blocked by small spaceships. Like ants attacking an elephant, they exploded one by one into fragments. However, five slightly luckier warships managed to break through and reach the entrance to the space node.

"What happened? Who planted these mushrooms?"

Russell spoke instinctively, but it wasn't until the alarm sounded that he realized something was wrong.

In the distance, a medium-sized warship charged headlong into the distance, its shields trembling under a hail of bullets. Desperate to escape, it disregarded any chance of retaliation, crushing any ships in its path as it hurtled towards the spatial node.

Russell gasped. Cybertron jet fighters were about the same size as small spaceships. If one of them were to be hit by a medium-sized warship, its shields would definitely not be able to withstand it. He quickly maneuvered his aircraft to dodge and clear the way.

The Black Order's smaller ships were slower, and by the time they got close, the medium-sized warships had already rushed into the spatial node and disappeared.

Tens of thousands of small spaceships charged in. Seeing their menacing appearance, Russell raised an eyebrow and accelerated with the Warp Drive straight toward the space node.

Behind the Cybertron jet fighters, the ships that had yielded a passage, trembling in fear of the Black Order's power, met their doom. Smaller ships concentrated their fire, blasting them into countless fragments before plunging into the spatial node.

Russell rushed out of the spatial node and randomly chose a direction to escape. He didn't want to escape, but a group of small spaceships were chasing him, so he had no choice.

He realized that the Black Order operated on the principle of "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free," giving no time for explanation; stopping meant certain death.

"Why are you following me? My fighter jet and the Chitauri are clearly two different styles..." Russell complained, activating the energy shield at full power and flying towards the next spatial node.

After jumping more than ten times, Russell discovered that the number of spaceships behind him had not decreased, and Thanos's henchmen were much tougher than he had imagined.

Continuing to fly wouldn't shake off the pursuers, so Russell clicked on the Star Map repeatedly and spotted a cluster of asteroids nearby. His eyes lit up, and he sped off towards it.

The Old Driver is tired of overtaking on curves; this time, he's going to drift in the asteroid belt.

Ahead, millions of asteroids of varying sizes spread out, occupying a vast expanse of space. The larger ones are thousands of kilometers in diameter, while the smaller ones are only the size of a fingernail. Due to the gravitational pull of the surrounding area, these meteorite-like fragments failed to form planets and are trapped in their orbits, drifting alone.

Russell continued at high speed, plunging into the asteroid belt. Small spaceships followed in one after another, their lasers clearing a path through the asteroids, bursting into bursts of light.

The asteroid belt's complex terrain is completely unpredictable, allowing Russell to navigate with ease, while the Cybertron jets deftly dodge moving boulders. Smaller ships aren't as agile; they can crush smaller asteroids, but they can only evade the larger ones.

Once the formation was disrupted, casualties immediately occurred. Some tried to avoid the boulders, while others tried to avoid their comrades, but ended up crashing into the asteroid and being blown to pieces.

Fireworks-like flashes lit up behind the Cybertron jet fighter. Russell glanced at it disdainfully, maneuvered his fighter into somersaults, and burst out of the asteroid belt half a minute later.

Ahead, countless small spaceships stood ready!

Russell: "..."

Natasha: "..."

Jason: (._.)

"Get ready, I'm going to accelerate!" Russell squinted, dodging the dense beams of light head-on, and turned back towards the asteroid belt as the fighter's shields trembled.

A life-or-death chase ensued. The Black Order's ships surrounded the asteroid belt, but time was of the essence, Russell didn't believe they had enough troops to defend every corner. Ten minutes later, he found a weak point in the defenses, piloted his Cybertron jet out of the asteroid belt, and was followed closely by a dozen or so smaller ships nearby.

Russell spotted a lush green planet ahead and flew straight towards it, then turned to retaliate after entering the atmosphere. Cybertron's shield was incredibly powerful, having withstood numerous attacks along the way, and many of its defenses remained intact.

Russell paid no attention to the mere dozen or so spaceships, and with two attacks, he scattered them into fireballs that fell from the sky.

"Boss, what do we do now?"

"Let's go down first. We'll be safe once the Chitauri surrender." Russell sighed. He couldn't believe he'd run into something like this; today was just too unlucky.

"The Chitauri will surrender?" Natasha asked skeptically, offering a different perspective. "Just now... their key figures successfully escaped, under our cover."

"It's all an illusion, an illusion. The Chitauri will definitely surrender. Don't ask why, I just know it."

"What?! The leader of the Chitauri has escaped?!" In the command center of the Black Order, Corvus Glaive was furious upon hearing his subordinate's report. He picked up his Glaive and cleaved the unfortunate man in two.

The command room fell silent instantly. A group of people trembled, not daring to breathe, for fear of following in the footsteps of the unlucky fellow.

"Any other news?" Corvus Glaive's face was grim. He had been ordered to conquer the Chitauri's homeworld, but failing to capture their leader meant that this battle was a complete waste of time.

"General, we have blocked a spaceship on planet CY-27. The Chitauri leader is likely there."

Are you sure?

"Yes... yes, but the planet they landed on is missing, and ground forces cannot pinpoint their exact location."

Corvus Glaive snorted coldly, "Increase ground troop deployment and launch a full-scale search for the Chitauri leader. Capture him immediately upon discovery. If he refuses to surrender, fire on the spot to eliminate him..."

"We need to see him alive or dead!"

Meanwhile, on planet CY-27!

The Chitauri chieftain, accompanied by his guards, hid in a dense forest, gazing at the constantly flashing lights in the sky, sweating profusely. "What's going on? This shouldn't be! I've been hiding here for ten days, there's no reason I should have been discovered."

"Or... should we surrender to Thanos!?"